Lost

I sometimes think that I am lost
In folds of time and space
And wond’ring whether I have crossed
Again some friendly face

I find myself gazing toward
The spaces I’ve forgot
The places where my soul has soared
Before this time, this lot

If I remembered them I could
Learn all their lessons wise
Those mem’ries floating like driftwood
Beneath uncharted skies

523

I forgot to write a poem!

Whatever shall I do?

Give up and now forgo ’em?

Stop writing? Reading, too?

I’m feeling so embarrassed

But now the hour is late

So I will merely write this

And ‘morrow sleep by eight